The Returning Ex

While eating, John asked Sophia why she suddenly bought those plants. Seemingly a touch surprised that he’d voluntarily talk at the dining table, she froze for a moment. After chortling for a while, she replied, “It was just a sudden interest. Perhaps it’s because I’m now single, so I hope to have a more fulfilling life.”

John stared at her for some time before nodding. “It’s good that you have such optimistic thinking.” He’d rest easier if she had a good life since that was tantamount to having fulfilled his promise to Old Mr. Constance.

John usually didn’t eat much for lunch, but for some reason, his appetite was just astounding today. He ate two bowls of rice and even drank a huge bowl of lotus root soup. Sophia, on the other hand, ate relatively less since she was no longer hungry after bustling around for such a long time.

John didn’t merely dust his hands off after eating. When they both had finished eating, he took the tableware into the kitchen and placed them into the dishwasher. Although the machine helped, it could still be grudgingly considered as him doing the work.

There were a few pots of flowers in the living room, so Sophia arranged them neatly. Then, she stood in the center of the living room and looked around, seemingly very much satisfied with the current décor.

This place is entirely different now. He inhaled deeply. “I’m going back to the office. If

murmured an acquiescence. “Alright,

and she was ecstatic to see Sophia, telling her all about the shops nearby that were doing well as though she’d found a way out. Sophia stayed in the dessert shop for the entire

already signed up for the first course at the driving school. It was fortunate that she had an acquaintance there, for everything was done without her having to worry about anything. When she arrived home, she took a look at the contents of the first course, but

never grown accustomed to eating steak, salad, and the like. Putting on an

John came back, Sophia was just about to plate the dish. She stood in the kitchen with a plate in her hand, scooping the food into the plate little by little, her movements leisurely and unhurried. John stood at

the past, this was never the Sophia I saw every time I came home. Perhaps she was truly unhappy back then. While she’d tried her best to conceal that fact, John could still read it from her expression. She used to look sullen every day, making me feel very much disturbed. He waited until

come back? Why didn’t I

came